The Mat
A thin layer of coating
A couple inches of foam
This is the surface
On which Modern day gladiators roam
The battle has begun
its a game of Mental chess
a seven minute war
to prove you are the best
you know that injuries happen
but you dont complain
its an occupational hazard
you live your life in pain
you push yourself to exhaustion
your body begins to shake
you finally see the opening
the luckiest of brakes
you grab the enemies wrist
power your hips through
you have him where you want him
nothing more he can do
the ravenous fans erupt
as you pin his shoulders flat
you mind belongs to victory
your soul belongs to the mat.
nice
Looks like something you'd read on the back of a little kid's t-shirt. Ghey.
Jeter,
Thats a little cold man but as a writer i can accept and appreciate criticism. just as i thank Miller for his positive comment, i thank you for your negative one. I could say something about being a fellow PA boy but I wont. thanks
BTW, if it was on the back of a little kids shirt, that would be great because I would be a success
Just breaking your balls man :-)
I agree with Miller-nice.
Mattiddy, mattiddy, mat.
Darn mat.
I can't breathe 'cause my opponent is so fat.